The sun is shining in New York, and the capital is cloudy. [Full text reading. 】

The capital in the middle of winter always exudes a dry and cold atmosphere, especially in such a gloomy and gloomy weather, which is getting colder and colder.

When the wind blows, the branches of the trees "swish" and make a sound.

The sky was overcast and pressed over the city, as if it was going to rain at any moment.

Joe's house.

Qiao Sinian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room and lit a cigarette, his deep eyes looking at the deep sky outside the window.

The clouds were thick, and the day was like night.

I'm afraid it won't be long before it rains.

In winter, the capital is most afraid of rain, and when it rains, the dry cold will turn into wet and cold, which makes people very uncomfortable.

In particular, it can cause old wounds.

Joss has been sleeping hard lately, and he smokes more aggressively.

As soon as the temperature drops, he coughs badly at night.

I don't know who said that smoking is short-lived.

As he is now, he is afraid that he will not live long.

Josnian narrowed his eyes and looked out the window at the sky.

The black clouds have been pressing, the heavy rain has been delayed, and the whistling north wind outside has set off the entire Qiao Mansion to be extremely desolate.

The once lively Qiao Mansion now has only one Steward Sun left.

The huge mansion is completely empty.

He fixed his eyes on the plane tree in the yard, which grew higher and higher, but there was no one under the tree.

When the plane tree was only half as tall, a little monkey-like girl liked to climb the tree.

Once, she couldn't climb halfway up, and she didn't dare to come down, so she was so frightened that she cried.

That time, he reprimanded her harshly and taught her a lesson.

That thing was too dangerous.

But the little girl doesn't have a long memory.

One night she wanted to go out to have a barbecue with her classmates, so she opened the window again and climbed down the plane tree.

When he is old, his legs and feet are very neat, and he climbs down the plane tree with a "snort".

Just as she was triumphant, clapping her hands and preparing to leave, he stood in front of her again.

He had already noticed that she was climbing a tree, but he didn't expect her to be so bold.

That time, it was another inevitable lesson.

In addition, she wanted to go out to eat barbecue at night, which was beyond his approval, and he could be said to have trained her to cry.

Her sobbing sound seemed to still ring in her ears.

And her accusations—

"You're a bastard!"

"You just can't see me!"

"You're in menopause, and your temper is so big!"

"I've never seen someone you hate so much, so you know to discipline me!"

Of course, she didn't dare to accuse him in person, she only dared to complain behind her back.

It's just that these complaints, she sent them to him on purpose, and he will definitely hear them.

Qiao Sinian looked at the plane tree in the courtyard, and his thoughts were a little ethereal and trance-like.

Every grass and tree in Qiao's house carries memories.

Twelve years is enough time to make every place here indelible.

Qiao Sinian looked out the window, his heart filled with complex and complicated emotions.

After smoking a cigarette, he lit another one, and the smoke rose and enveloped his well-defined face.

Under his eyes, there was a cyan exhaustion, and the exhaustion filled his eyes.

His tall figure stood in front of the window, slender and independent.

The wind outside blew up the leaves on the ground, rolling one by one, rubbing against the ground, making a "rustling" sound, one by one, very harsh.

The empty Qiao house has no popularity and vitality.

Qiao's house is no longer the Qiao house it used to be.

All that remains is the silence of the boundless.

(I slept for three hours at night, and I went out for another day today, so it's just two chapters tonight, good night)